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Chapter 115 Wang Zhen's Gang Plan

Chapter 115 Wang Zhen’s gang plan

Author: Brilliant fireworks

Chapter 115 Wang Zhen’s gang plan

Wang Zhen noticed it and raised a topic in advance, "Where is Bayonet's home? I think I should send him the news of his death and arrange his burial."

The golden retriever was silent for a moment, "Bayoto's family is in Wyoming, and his parents live in a small town called Manville. Send him there for burial."

"Isn't he married? Where are his wife and children?" Wang Zhen asked with a frown.

"Do you think a person with a happy family will be active all day long fighting life and death on the battlefield in the Middle East?" Shovel said in a faint voice: "You only go out for a few months at a time. It is not certain whether you can come back alive. If you stay,

My wife is scared to be alone at home. What do you think will happen as time goes by?"

Wang Zhen: There will be enthusiastic neighbors next door to help you comfort and take care of your wife...

Looking at the shovel and the poet, Wang Zhen's eyes were full of pity. Sure enough, mercenaries are all people with stories.

The poet immediately raised his hand to stop Wang Zhen's random thoughts, "Don't look at me, I am very happily married."

"The poet's wife is black,"

"That's why I said it's actually good to marry a South American woman." Shovel shrugged, "Because they will no longer be able to enjoy a stable life without you, so they will cherish it and tell themselves never to make mistakes.

.”

"I also have Bayonet's ex-wife's phone number and address here. Make a call...forget it, let's go visit her too."

"What will happen to Bayonet's pension and other assets? Will they be given to his parents?" Wang Zhen asked.

"Those who have a will, we have already made a will, and the lawyer will handle it." Jin Mao looked Wang Zhen up and down, "As you can see, nothing can be said for sure on the battlefield, so do you want to make a will too?"

one time."

Wang Zhen: Thank you!

"Okay, that's it for the bayonet. Now let's talk about something else." Jin Mao looked at Wang Zhen seriously and said: "The doctor said that my surgery and recovery will take more than half a year, and then I will need to undergo long-term rehabilitation, plus a shovel

Here...so, what are your plans for the future?"

Wang Zhen was silent for a while, "I don't know, but I think if you are gone, I may not be suitable to stay in the Empire Barrier."

There was silence in the room, and no one spoke for a long time.

Golden Retriever sighed heavily, "I hope you stay in Imperial Barrier. You are so outstanding. You have more brains than us. You will definitely become a senior executive in Imperial Barrier. I called Cobham, but he

Say you will never choose to stay."

"Although I don't like this guy, I have to say that this guy does see things more accurately than me."

"Then have you thought about what you will do in the future?"

Wang Zhen gave a wry smile and said, "Do you have to ask this question now? It's too uncomfortable."

"Of course, I am the one who set up the Scythe Team, and I will be responsible to the end. Or do you think I am disabled and unable to take care of you anymore." Jin Mao looked at Wang Zhen with a serious face.

"No, no, how is it possible? You will always be my golden retriever, the dearest, dearest, most beloved and respected golden retriever." Wang Zhen waved his hands quickly, showing a flattering smile.

"I know I really don't know how to choose. Anyway, I know I can't go back to the past." Wang Zhen rubbed his hair, "In just five months, I made more than 700,000 US dollars, and I

When I was in Lanna Thai, I could only earn more than 600 US dollars a month, which is 100 years' salary."

"I haven't made enough money yet, and my heart is already wild." Wang Zhen patted his chest, "Don't tell me you want me to earn a few hundred dollars, or even a few thousand dollars, I will do a job."

I can’t go down anymore.”

"I can't imagine myself wearing a suit and tie in an office."

Wang Zhen's words made Golden Retriever, Shovel, and Poet look at each other, and then they all laughed.

"Don't worry, buddy, you're not alone." Shovel stretched out his right hand and gave a thumbs up.

"The reason why all of us went to the battlefield again is not because we like killing people or smelling the smell of gunpowder smoke, but because we can't do anything else." Jin Mao said with a smile.

"Of course, earning more is also a very important reason." The poet concluded.

"In the United States, there are only two types of people who choose to be soldiers. The first type of people, for various benefits, such as going to school. Soldiers who have served for two years can receive a scholarship of US$26,000 after retirement. Soldiers who have served for four years can receive up to

Get a $50,000 scholarship, such as medical care, free lifelong medical care for the disabled, and only 20% of the cost for the non-disabled. These hospitals only serve veterans. Well, there are many, many various benefits. In the United States, veterans

The Ministry of Affairs is the largest government department after the Ministry of National Affairs."

"The second kind of people are us. We don't know anything and don't want to do odd jobs, so we choose to be soldiers."

"As for the jobs provided by the government after retirement, which ones can we do as security guards, elevator drivers, communications staff, and managers?"

"So, we are on the battlefield again. I like that kind of life." Golden Retriever said with a smile: "It is normal for you to feel this way. It means that we are the same type of people and have a restless heart."

Well, Wang Zhen admitted that he couldn't imagine what it would be like for the Scythe team to be security guards or elevator drivers.

In three days, at most, they will be sent to the police station for beating the guests and then fired!

"Okay." Wang Zhen shrugged and said, "I really thought about it when I couldn't sleep last night. What do you think of me starting a gang?"

"I found that there are gangs in every city in the United States, and there are more than one. The government's attitude towards gangs is very..." Wang Zhen's expression was tangled, and his hands shook back and forth by his ears, "Strange!"

"The U.S. government will not take the initiative to crack down on these gangs, as long as these gangs do not cause any big trouble."

"We fought gangs in Malay. They had no fighting power, no brains, and their work was too rough. Of course, I will not deal with drug dealers. It seems profitable, but the risks are not proportional to the profits."

"Yesterday I checked this information on the Internet, and I found..." Wang Zhen suddenly stopped talking, blinked and looked around, "Hey, why are you looking at me like this?"

"Donkey is right, you are a born, ruthless villain. It would be a pity not to kill people." Jin Mao said helplessly.

"Hey, don't accuse me unjustly!" Wang Zhen stopped immediately and waved his arms, looking a little excited, "You asked me what I wanted to do."

"Besides, it's the U.S. government that doesn't care about these things. It's okay if the law doesn't prohibit it. I just don't break the law!"

"Wang, tell me, is there any way for gangsters to make money that is not illegal!" Shovel suddenly became interested. He could not go to the battlefield, but his heart was still restless.

"For example, making fake wine... ahem, making wine." Wang Zhen coughed lightly, "When I was in Lannatai, the wine I sent to my guests was actually fake wine, including red wine, brandy, whiskey, and even vodka.

If it is blended with alcohol, the taste cannot be said to be exactly the same, it can only be said that it cannot be drunk."

"At least people who order takeout can't drink it."

"Let me tell you, the cost is extremely low. Of course, selling fake wine is illegal, I know this, but we just register a brand and then produce imitation flavors, put them in big plastic barrels, and sell them to the gangsters. They just

All you need to do is buy a packaging machine, it’s more profitable than smuggling alcohol, so they will definitely be willing to buy it.”

"I have chosen the address, New Jersey or Newark, which is close to New York and convenient for sales."

Wang Zhen said that foam was starting to form at the corner of his mouth, so he highlighted a man who was sound and logical, had his own gangster as his backing, and was not afraid of other gangsters playing rogue, so he would definitely make money.

At this time, the golden retriever became interested, "Ahem, that, is there any more?"

"Yes, for example, the car theft industry!" Wang Zhen continued: "I checked and found that the largest criminal industry in the United States is definitely the drug industry, but the second largest is the car theft industry chain."

"But I haven't figured out how to legally intercept profits. I have never been exposed to this industry, but I think it's not a big problem. This industry is too huge. I can definitely find loopholes, such as taking apart stolen cars.

, you can make a lot of money by selling various accessories individually. Of course, this is not legal, but you can actually smuggle these accessories out, but this requires a complete channel. "

"Anyway, if our brothers are together, our income will not be lower than what it is now..." After saying that, Wang Zhen paused, thought about his income in the recent period, and added: "Well, it won't be lower than yours."

It used to be low.”

"Some people do not commit crimes, not because they are good people, but because they have not found the environment to commit crimes." The poet said in a faint voice.

Wang Zhen: "..."

Wang Zhen's eyes were full of doubts, who are you talking about?

"Okay, Wang." Jin Mao looked at Wang Zhen with a wry smile, "We already know that you have special skills and are very talented in crime, but I think you should listen to Cobham's advice. Well, I also think the advice is quite good.

OK."

Wang Zhen spread his hands and pretended to be listening.

"How about re-establishing a security company." Jin Mao said solemnly: "With your brain, you will definitely be able to run it well."

"Security company? Private force contractor? PMC company?" Wang Zhen pointed to himself in disbelief, "How is it possible that I, a Chinese with Greek nationality, set up a military contracting company in the United States!"

"The Foot Covering Building will not give me any contracts."

"Of course not in the United States, it's just a PMC company. It can be established anywhere, even if you choose an African country." Jin Mao said with a smile: "As for the source of the mission, well, what Cobham means is that you can pick it up directly from the Imperial Barrier.

Task."

"Subcontract?" Wang Zhen frowned.

"Yes, Imperial Barrier can accept many tasks, but due to lack of personnel, some tasks have to be abandoned. You have worked in Imperial Barrier, and Cobham believes in your work ability. Besides, there are donkeys and poets to help you."

"Then why didn't he let you set up a company before?"

"Do you think I have the ability to run a company?" Golden Retriever said angrily.

Wang Zhen: Uh...are you so confident?

He touched his chin, looked at the golden retriever, then at the poet, and blinked, "Isn't this what Cobham said?"

The golden retriever nodded.

"I always feel that there is a pit here, and it is quite deep. I need to have a good chat with this guy Cobham." Wang Zhen thought for a while and said.

The golden retriever was stunned, what a trap?

Where? I didn’t find it!

Thinking of Jin Mao's confident words about his inability to run a company, Wang Zhen shrugged.

(End of chapter)


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